The resulting upward wind throws Möbius off his feet and onto his ass. He just casually props himself back up on his elbows, returns his goggles back atop his forehead, and rests in silence on the hard alleyway concrete for almost a minute while peering up at the now perfectly calm 31st century night sky.

When he stands back up, he snaps a finger and the six hologram monitors crinkle themselves into six centimeter sized balls. Each shoots over and snaps into place on his wristband.

Picking up the samurai sword from the pavement, he slides the near-transparent blade from its sheath. Dropping into a fighting stance, he performs a mock-fight against non-existent opponents, laughing aloud as he does. Satisfied, he returns the blade into its sheath then tosses it over his head. The sword self-adjusts itself mid-air to click into its place on his back harness.

Möbius looks skyward a final time.